One Hundred and Seventieth

It did not take very long to finish Merwyn's little 'session' and regain his magic.

Was it a few hours?

It didn't feel like it was, despite not really doing anything, so perhaps whatever he was recharging with just happened to be more plentiful than expected.

She didn't bother to ask him, because she knew without asking that any answer he gave would be actual nonsense, perhaps even gibberish.

The fae, in the end, seemed very reenergized. Not to say that he seemed drained and low energy before, but one could not argue that this was a very energetic fae in front of her.

He chirped and skipped about and sang, and was overall in a very cheerful mood.

It was honestly refreshing to see. Not because it was unusual for him, but because...

Actually, maybe he had been a little more muted recently. He'd seemed...

Upset?

Maybe.